AugPoWriMo 31

I have let go of old thoughts and journals
Although they occasionally appear
Scattered across hard drives and blinking eyes
To say this is who you thought you were then
But it was not who you were then which is
What I would like to delete although I
Cannot I am too much of a pack rat
That much hasn’t changed if I could go back
And prevent the things that caused so much pain
I guess there’s no choice since then I would have
All these photographs disappearing like
They were taken out of focus only
The blank ones remain undeveloped still
Taking up so much and so little space